420: Chapter 420 Pretending to be weak while actually being strong? One shot sends a half-step Saint Realm cultivator flying.

The gravel on the ground was shaken so hard it jumped, and several nearby Taihu Clan disciples were directly blown away by the airwave, flipping several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The trees on both sides of the mountain gate were blown askew by the shockwave, and leaves rustled down like a green rain.

A thick, silver-white pillar of light erupted from the barrel, so fast that its trajectory was nearly invisible.

Wherever the light pillar passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistle like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves.

The ground was plowed into a deep ravine, gravel splashed, dust filled the sky, and the soil on both sides of the ravine was scorched black by the high temperature.

Mo Feng's face instantly turned pale, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

He wanted to dodge, but the pillar of light was too fast.

So fast he had no time to react.

So fast he didn't even have time to feel terror.

He could only instinctively raise his longsword and circulate his entire body's spiritual energy to form a thick shield in front of him.

That shield was his trump card for survival, the "Frost Protection" he had spent three hundred years of painstaking effort to refine, and he had never displayed it before anyone.

"Boom!!!"

The light pillar struck the shield, erupting with a blinding light.

That light was more dazzling than the sun; everyone instinctively closed their eyes, and some were even blinded to the point of tears streaming down.

Then, they heard a miserable scream—

"Ah—!!!"

That was Mo Feng's voice, shrill and piercing, like a pig being slaughtered.

When the light dissipated and everyone opened their eyes, they saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.

Mo Feng was blasted away, like a stone being struck, tumbling dozens of times in the air while coughing up blood. The blood traced an arc in the sky before he crashed heavily into the mountain wall hundreds of yards away.

"Boom!"

A large crater was smashed into the mountain wall, gravel clattered down, and dust flew everywhere.

Mo Feng was embedded in the crater, his whole body scorched black, his clothes torn, and his hair disheveled, looking like a piece of charred jerky.

The longsword in his hand had long since flown off to who knows where; the webbing between his thumb and index finger had split, his ten fingers were a bloody mess, and bone was even visible.

There was a bowl-sized scorch mark on his chest where the light pillar had hit. His protective spiritual light was completely shattered, and his sternum was caved in, with internal organs faintly visible inside.

His face was covered in blood, his nose was flattened, his lips were split, and one eye was so swollen he couldn't open it.

He struggled to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and slumped back down limply like a stepped-on snake.

Silence.

Inside and outside the mountain gate, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone stared blankly at Mo Feng embedded in the mountain wall, their minds blank as if they had been struck by a freezing spell.

A powerhouse of the Half-step Saint Realm was blasted away with a single shot by a youth in the Qi Refinement Stage?

This... how is this possible?

On the Taihu Clan's side, those disciples who were just laughing at Xu Ruyu now had their mouths wide open, their eyes nearly popping out, and their jaws almost hitting the ground.

Someone didn't even realize their Magical Artifact had dropped to the ground; even when it hit with a clang, no one looked down. Someone's legs went weak and they sat directly on the ground, not even caring to rub their aching buttocks. Others instinctively took a few steps back, fearing that terrifying cannon barrel would point at them, their calves trembling.

"This... this is impossible..." a Taihu Clan elite Cultivator murmured, his voice trembling and his face as pale as paper. "Elder Mo Feng is a Half-step Saint Realm... a Half-step Saint Realm... how could he be... by a Qi Refinement Stage..."

The person next to him also had a look as if he'd seen a ghost, his lips quivering: "What kind of Spiritual Artifact is that? How can it have such power? Even a High Grade Magical Artifact wouldn't be this powerful, right?"

"Xu Ruyu... who on earth is he? Is he really in the Qi Refinement Stage? How could someone in the Qi Refinement Stage have such a thing?"

Those injured Taihu Clan disciples were even more scared to the point of their Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering; some were shaking all over, their teeth chattering.

Some slumped directly on the ground, unable to even crawl up.

Someone even wet their pants, a large patch of their crotch damp, yet they were completely unaware.

Someone remembered how they had just been clamoring for Xu Ruyu's life and now wished they could slap themselves several times, the harder the better.

Someone remembered they had just mocked Xu Ruyu's Spiritual Artifact as "scrap metal" and now only wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, the deeper the better.

On the Hehuan Sect's side, it was also a scene of dead silence.

But soon, the silence was broken by earth-shattering cheers!

"The Sect Master won! The Sect Master won!!"

"Blasting away a Half-step Saint Realm with one shot! Long live the Sect Master!"

"Hahaha! That old fogey Mo Feng, wasn't he clamoring quite loudly just now? Why isn't he shouting now? Why is he lying there like a dead dog?"

Zhou Daniu was so excited he jumped up, grabbing Li Ergou beside him and shaking him vigorously, nearly shaking Li Ergou's bones apart. "Ergou!

Did you see that? The Sect Master blasted that old fogey away with one shot!

Half-step Saint Realm!

That's a Half-step Saint Realm!

Hahaha! The Sect Master is too awesome!

I, Zhou Daniu, have never looked up to anyone in my life, but today I truly admire the Sect Master!"